<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:29:03.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rantings of a Misunderstood Soul</title><subtitle type='html'>Nightmares of bygone moments flood my being 
as the cold darkness of slumber envelops and suffocates 
the last few impulses of a dying brain.... 
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-110737754607954589</id><published>2005-02-02T14:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T14:52:26.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It has been a long time since Charles has posted, so I finally decided that I would take over his blog for a day or two and catch everyone up. I am also hoping to show him that people really do read his blog and eagerly await his next post. He seems to think that no one cares (but me, of course).So this is what has happened since 14 October. I can't even really remember October but I do know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/110737754607954589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=110737754607954589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/110737754607954589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/110737754607954589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2005/02/it-has-been-long-time-since-charles.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-109754961977685834</id><published>2004-10-11T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T21:53:39.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Well, a month later, I am back. I can't even say that I have been busy. This has been the slowest month at work ever. We had the hurricane and all, but that allowed us to waste even more time and to top it off it was justified wasted time. I think everything being so relaxed and nice is what has actually kept me away from posting. I have just been enjoying this time of relaxation. During the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/109754961977685834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=109754961977685834' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/109754961977685834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/109754961977685834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/10/well-month-later-i-am-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-109754667218765243</id><published>2004-10-11T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T21:04:32.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is left of where we where married. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/109754667218765243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=109754667218765243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/109754667218765243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/109754667218765243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/10/what-is-left-of-where-we-where-married.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-109754588323993154</id><published>2004-10-11T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T20:51:23.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Savannah </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/109754588323993154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=109754588323993154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/109754588323993154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/109754588323993154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/10/savannah_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-109754582996524679</id><published>2004-10-11T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T20:50:29.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Savannah </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/109754582996524679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=109754582996524679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/109754582996524679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/109754582996524679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/10/savannah.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-109492969340673095</id><published>2004-09-11T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T14:08:13.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pieces of Lives. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/109492969340673095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=109492969340673095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/109492969340673095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/109492969340673095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/09/pieces-of-lives.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-109490517983212761</id><published>2004-09-11T06:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T07:19:39.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Most of you have probably seen this, but just in case you haven't here it is: This Land.I am so tired of this election. I am sick of CNN and Fox News and how they rehash everything a million times. I am tired of hearing about the Vietnam Era and how each candidate acted during that time period. I am really sick of people that act like it is a surprise that the elections are dirty. Come on, we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/109490517983212761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=109490517983212761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/109490517983212761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/109490517983212761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/09/most-of-you-have-probably-seen-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-109315535235650867</id><published>2004-08-21T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T01:15:52.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have always been fascinated by death. I had never really stopped to think why until just a few days ago. I have never been afraid of death. I really think that I could die tomorrow with out a problem. Sure, there are things that I wish I could do before I die, but when your time comes not much can be done about what you have done and have not. I guess that I already know what it feels like to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/109315535235650867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=109315535235650867' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/109315535235650867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/109315535235650867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-have-always-been-fascinated-by-death.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-109210698629199081</id><published>2004-08-09T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T22:03:06.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not sure if this is appropriate, but I know that it's funny. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/109210698629199081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=109210698629199081' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/109210698629199081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/109210698629199081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/08/not-sure-if-this-is-appropriate-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-109210505582730830</id><published>2004-08-09T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T22:00:44.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am officially done. I got my test score back and I got a 91%. It is such a relief. I did a lot better then I had expected to. I am kind of disappointed that I missed a 95 by so little. If I had gotten a 95 or above I would have gotten off 3 days of work. Oh well, we get what we deserve. Moving on with life, I am soon to being school again. I am kind of excited to get started so I can finish as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/109210505582730830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=109210505582730830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/109210505582730830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/109210505582730830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-am-officially-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-109107196086424718</id><published>2004-07-28T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T22:32:40.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  It's over. I am finally done with my CDC's. Today I took the end of course exam. I don't know my score yet, but I know that I passed. I think that I got some where in the 80's. Next week I will find out what I got. I feel like I actually have options now. I wasn't able to study or work another job until I was done with this and now I have the ability to choose to do something new. I still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/109107196086424718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=109107196086424718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/109107196086424718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/109107196086424718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/07/its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-109017941131242079</id><published>2004-07-18T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T14:36:51.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tree. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/109017941131242079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=109017941131242079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/109017941131242079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/109017941131242079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/07/tree.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-109017928883145174</id><published>2004-07-18T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T14:34:48.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Test </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/109017928883145174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=109017928883145174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/109017928883145174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/109017928883145174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/07/test.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-108977298654626128</id><published>2004-07-13T21:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T21:45:16.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From the outside:From the inside:I don't know if this picture is real or not, but the idea is hilarious. You can see some pixilation around the edges of the bathroom, that makes me doubt.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/108977298654626128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=108977298654626128' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/108977298654626128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/108977298654626128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/07/from-outside-from-inside-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-108856205928229880</id><published>2004-06-29T20:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T21:35:11.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you ever played one of those really fun and addicting flash games? Check out this one. You have to move the mouse around to keep the drunk guy from falling over, very amusing. Well, it seems like Spain will never change. Out in the first round like always. I am betting that Portugal will win this one, they deserve it in my opinion. I just finished Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time the game</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/108856205928229880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=108856205928229880' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/108856205928229880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/108856205928229880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/06/have-you-ever-played-one-of-those.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-108726929017385244</id><published>2004-06-14T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T22:14:50.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been struggling with this war for some time now. I can't seem to make up mind about it. I had gotten so fed up with it that I had just decided to stop thinking about for a while. After reading Ryan's post I felt the urge to work it out in my mind. I find it kind of hard to form an opinion about it because I don't think that the public has been given a very faithful account of the truth. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/108726929017385244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=108726929017385244' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/108726929017385244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/108726929017385244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-have-been-struggling-with-this-war.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-108695239044718334</id><published>2004-06-11T06:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T06:13:10.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I'm off. I just found out Wednesday after noon that I have to go TDY to South Carolina. I am going to Shaw AFB in Sumter. We are going to be staying in a hotel in Columbia though. I know that is close to where Eva is so I might give her a call if I have any time off. I have no idea when I am coming back. It might be in two or three days or two weeks. Anyways, I will let everyone know how my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/108695239044718334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=108695239044718334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/108695239044718334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/108695239044718334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/06/well-im-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-108666094633221468</id><published>2004-06-07T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T21:25:28.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It has come. It is here. Feel the power! Tremble under its ferocious gaze! Whimper as it makes you feel uneasy and strangely weak! Feel the envy rise inside your belly! Yes! Yes! I hold such power at my finger tips that it would make you squawk! Behold, I give to you...Well, yes, maybe I do exaggerate, but nonetheless I am incredibly excited!! I have finally fulfilled one of my dreams. I just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/108666094633221468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=108666094633221468' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/108666094633221468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/108666094633221468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/06/it-has-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-108476031657595528</id><published>2004-05-16T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T21:18:36.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Solitude of Life At times I feel such a heavy burden. My heart weighs a thousand pounds and my head sags. This curse is too much to live with at times. I am always so far from all I love and wish to see. It is as if wishing to see loved ones is too much to ask for. Both sides of my family live in another continent. My best friend is over a thousand miles away. All those that are dear to me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/108476031657595528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=108476031657595528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/108476031657595528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/108476031657595528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/05/solitude-of-life-at-times-i-feel-such.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-108425814588675671</id><published>2004-05-11T00:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T01:49:05.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was kind of tired of how my old blog looked and decided to change it. I like the new look blogger has. The templates look a lot better. Anways, this will have to do for now. My schedule is so messed up. My sleeping patterns have gotten so out of whack that I am always tired. I am "officially" working mid-shift. That means that I should go to work at ten at night and come home at seven in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/108425814588675671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=108425814588675671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/108425814588675671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/108425814588675671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-was-kind-of-tired-of-how-my-old-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-108416161937648983</id><published>2004-05-09T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T23:00:19.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes, I am alive. No, I have not suffered a terrible accident that has crippled me, not allowing me to type and thus causing me to neglect my blog. Yes, I am just lazy and all around a bum. I could blame it on my whacked up schedule, but why bother, well know that it would just be a lie. So let’s not pretend and just embrace the fact that being lazy is cool. Yes, that's right, cool. I am extremely</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/108416161937648983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=108416161937648983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/108416161937648983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/108416161937648983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/05/yes-i-am-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-108216769697232520</id><published>2004-04-16T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T21:12:16.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I would like to take up a few lines of this humble blog to make my wife blush. As most of you know, Jenn has been working for about a month now. Adjusting to the new schedule has been a challenge, but we have. I just wanted to let everyone know how proud I am of her. She is doing incredibly well at her new job. Everyone is very impressed with her. What is incredible is how she doesn't miss a beat</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/108216769697232520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=108216769697232520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/108216769697232520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/108216769697232520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-would-like-to-take-up-few-lines-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-108190727819677952</id><published>2004-04-13T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T20:51:53.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;!-- shinylemur.com What Irrational Number are you? version 1.0beta --&gt;What Irrational Number Are You?You are πOf all the irrational numbers, you are the most famous.  You have many friends and fans.  Like many people, non-Euclidean geometry makes you feel uncomfortable.  You are involved in so many things that it seems like it would take two of you to make ends meet.You are particularly close to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/108190727819677952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=108190727819677952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/108190727819677952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/108190727819677952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/04/what-irrational-number-are-youyou-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-108181332091718433</id><published>2004-04-12T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T18:45:54.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Check out the following links:PenguinMadonna WannabeWell, I took another test today. I got an 86%. Not bad considering the class average was 79%. Almost 30% of the class failed. Actually, it was really hard. I studied harder than I have for any other test in my life (which isn't saying much really) and look at the score I got. They cram so much information down our throats that you get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/108181332091718433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=108181332091718433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/108181332091718433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/108181332091718433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/04/check-out-following-links-penguin.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-108129806771824959</id><published>2004-04-06T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T19:38:13.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know, I know.... It has been forever. I am sorry I have not written for such a long time. I just... I don't know. I have been strange lately. I have just been kind of absent from my own mind. I have tried several times to write, but I have found nothing to say. I have been in one of those strange moods. The one where you don't feel great or horrible or even good or down, just kind of there. An </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/108129806771824959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=108129806771824959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/108129806771824959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/108129806771824959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-know-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107990170645372851</id><published>2004-03-21T14:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T15:06:35.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some pictures of the strange visitors.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107990170645372851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107990170645372851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107990170645372851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107990170645372851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/03/some-pictures-of-strange-visitors.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107854378432098393</id><published>2004-03-05T21:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T21:32:46.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here are a few links that have "entertained" me over the past few days. Death to Penguins!!! Gay Games. The gay games thing is kind of stupid if you think about it. Especially if you think about it in the weak pansy sense of the word. It would be like having a bunch of Mr. Peek's trying to do the long jump or the high jump. That was wrong of me to say, but very true and funny. The gay attitude </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107854378432098393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107854378432098393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107854378432098393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107854378432098393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/03/here-are-few-links-that-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107799916240168695</id><published>2004-02-28T14:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T14:15:36.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I finally finished To Green Angel Tower. It has taken me forever to finish it. It is a very large book, almost 1000 pages. That has never really been a hindrance before so I guess that I shouldn't use it as an excuse. The truth is that I took me a while to really get in to the book. It is an excellent book and I would recommend it to any Fantasy enthusiast, but I feel like it caught me at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107799916240168695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107799916240168695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107799916240168695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107799916240168695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-finally-finished-to-green-angel.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107789275283528102</id><published>2004-02-27T08:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T08:42:04.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After watching The Passion of the Christ I really didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to think, say or how to react. Maybe I shouldn't have, but I took it very personally. I was so stunned by it all. It seemed so... I don't know. I was so overwhelmed that I decided not to think about it for awhile. After sleeping on it, I feel better. I liked Ryan’s post. It was very well done. I too liked</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107789275283528102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107789275283528102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107789275283528102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107789275283528102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/02/after-watching-passion-of-christ-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107781500733497854</id><published>2004-02-26T11:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T11:06:18.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's nice to be home. I have been gone too much lately. I don't go back to work till Monday so I have some time to recover. Jenn and I are going to see the Passion today. I am kind of worried that I am going to be disappointed. Something has been bothering me lately (as usual). I have seen most of the interviews that Mel Gibson has had on TV. The whole anti-semitic thing is really annoying me. I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107781500733497854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107781500733497854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107781500733497854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107781500733497854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/02/its-nice-to-be-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107758109450228760</id><published>2004-02-23T18:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T18:07:41.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time off is very nice. I really needed this time to relax. The good thing is that when we get back to Florida I will still have several days till I have to go back to work. It's great seeing friends again. Me and Jenn are having a great time with Janna and Josh. It's the first time we have really hung out with another young married couple. I like it since we have so much in common. When we get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107758109450228760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107758109450228760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107758109450228760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107758109450228760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/02/time-off-is-very-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107731789712754725</id><published>2004-02-20T16:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T17:01:00.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  You're Brazil!  You're athletic, charming, and probably a good dancer.  Unfortunatley, you don't really mind chopping down the rain forest, and you probably consider homeless people expendable in certain circumstances.  Of course, your personality is so diverse that it's hard to track down exactly what you're like.  You   definitely like Pele, the World Cup, and shouting "gooooal" at the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107731789712754725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107731789712754725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107731789712754725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107731789712754725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/02/youre-brazil-youre-athletic-charming.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107721932541757764</id><published>2004-02-19T13:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T13:38:06.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're Pale Fire!by Vladimir NabokovYou're really into poetry and the interpretation thereof. Along theroad of life, you have had several identity crises which make it very unclear who youare, let alone how to interpret poetry. You probably came from a foreign country, butthen again you seem foreign to everyone in ways unrelated to immigration. Most peoplethink you're quite funny, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107721932541757764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107721932541757764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107721932541757764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107721932541757764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/02/youre-pale-fire-by-vladimir-nabokov.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107707029528038290</id><published>2004-02-17T20:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T21:20:42.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am finally home. It feels great. These last two days have been some of the best of my life. It feels so good to be in my own home again. I am still kind of tired, but it's getting better.I got the new Switchfoot cd. I like it a lot. The music isn't the best they have ever done, but the lyrics are good as always. I love the way they expressed emotions. Switchfoot has always really impressed me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107707029528038290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107707029528038290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107707029528038290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107707029528038290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-am-finally-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107659807811510107</id><published>2004-02-12T09:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T09:03:49.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The last day. I am so excited to be leaving this place and to be going back to my warm and tender wife. Tomorrow we pack up and Saturday we leave for Florida. It is going to be a long and boring trip. Especially since we will not be speeding like we did on the way here (I hit 100 mph with a 14 foot Uhaul that weighed about 6 tons) since we got tickets in Texas (I didn't since I wasn't driving at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107659807811510107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107659807811510107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107659807811510107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107659807811510107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/02/last-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107659729727459780</id><published>2004-02-12T08:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T08:50:48.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Funny</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107659729727459780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107659729727459780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107659729727459780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107659729727459780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/02/funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107654933726285133</id><published>2004-02-11T19:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T19:31:27.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I only have one more day of this cursed excersise. Tomorrow around noon it should end. It will be such a relief. I am just tired of being in Arizona and away from my life (well, my pseudo life since I am convinced that my life has not really started yet). I am tired of not being able to be wife my wife. I want to sleep in my own bed and in my own room. The good side is that I have seen a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107654933726285133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107654933726285133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107654933726285133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107654933726285133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/02/well-i-only-have-one-more-day-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107642221788875041</id><published>2004-02-10T08:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T08:12:46.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know it's been a while, sorry. As you all know (or at least I think you do) I am in Tucson, AZ. I have been here for about two weeks and I leave saturday. It's not soon enough. This place is one of the most boring places I think I have ever seen. Everything is brown. The only nice thing are the mountains. Even the fire hidrantes are brown. As far as work goes everything has been good. It's been</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107642221788875041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107642221788875041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107642221788875041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107642221788875041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-know-its-been-while-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107472428334487119</id><published>2004-01-21T16:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T16:33:25.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>schizoid Which Personality Disorder Do You Have? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107472428334487119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107472428334487119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107472428334487119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107472428334487119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/01/schizoid-which-personality-disorder-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107470606613762852</id><published>2004-01-21T11:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T11:29:47.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Orange.You are outgoing and optomistic.  You always try tofind the bright spot in everything.  You areenergetic and people are naturally attracted toyou.  However, you are not always sure of whatyour purpose or goals are.Most Compatible With: Fresh Mint Which Tic-Tac Flavor Are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107470606613762852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107470606613762852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107470606613762852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107470606613762852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/01/you-are-orange.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107465504221273856</id><published>2004-01-20T21:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T21:19:22.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, tomorrow is my last day at work for about three weeks. I get Thursday through Sunday off then I leave on Monday to Arizona. It should be nice. I am starting to unwind and I am feeling a lot better. Things are going smooth at work and I can relax a little more. March 15th I will find out were me and Jenn have to move to if it's overseas. I can hardly wait. I am very excited about moving </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107465504221273856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107465504221273856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107465504221273856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107465504221273856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/01/well-tomorrow-is-my-last-day-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107431312000042258</id><published>2004-01-16T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T22:20:34.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have to work Sunday and Monday. Who knows when I am going to get another day off after tomorrow. I don't think I have ever been more stressed-out in my life. I get upset in a heart beat, I lash out at everything and I am being very impatient. I feel sorry for Jenn. She is putting up with me very well. I am very thankful she is so patient. It's just that all my patience, energy and mental power </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107431312000042258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107431312000042258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107431312000042258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107431312000042258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-have-to-work-sunday-and-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107431216929464637</id><published>2004-01-16T22:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T22:05:45.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate Windows. I hate Microsoft. I hate XP. I hate their stupid license scheme. I hate having to spend $500 on a productivity suite. Bill Gates is the devil. Sun is his evil twin that has infiltrated himself into the Unix world. What's worse is that they make HARDWARE!!! The most proprietary crap I have ever seen in my life. What's worse is that they aren't even quality products? Who makes a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107431216929464637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107431216929464637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107431216929464637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107431216929464637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-hate-windows.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107413786822978093</id><published>2004-01-14T21:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T22:42:22.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have become obsessed with the idea of lost passion and purpose. I feel a sleep. As if I have been drugged and beaten senseless. I have come to understand that passion and purpose are one thing. You can not have one without the other. A passionless purpose is the equivalent of a ritual. Why do we no longer feel the tug of life? Why do we no longer believe in the nobility of life and it's meaning</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107413786822978093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107413786822978093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107413786822978093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107413786822978093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-have-become-obsessed-with-idea-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107405492942489872</id><published>2004-01-13T22:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T22:37:20.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am exhausted, both physically and mentally. This thing about working out three times a week is really taking a toll on me. Although there is not much I can do about it since it's mandatory. At least I will be in shape again with in a few months. I saw something on the news today that kind of.....I don't know. It made me laugh, but at the same time it was kind of painful to see. Some women has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107405492942489872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107405492942489872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107405492942489872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107405492942489872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-am-exhausted-both-physically-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107395824880626071</id><published>2004-01-12T19:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T19:44:29.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know that I have not written in awhile. I just have not had the energy to sit down in front of the computer and think. Work has been very demanding in the past week or so and I just get tired of working on computers, all I want to do is play. The biggest exercise of the year is coming up and I am responsible for the IWS server build that we are taking to Arizona. I know that does not mean much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107395824880626071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107395824880626071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107395824880626071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107395824880626071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-know-that-i-have-not-written-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107371166029605838</id><published>2004-01-09T23:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T23:14:40.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I think I am done playing with my blog for awhile. It took me alittle while to figure it all out, but I think I got it down. I really like how Maystar does her layouts, makes it very easy to understand. Anywasy, drop me a note and let me know what you think.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107371166029605838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107371166029605838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107371166029605838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107371166029605838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/01/well-i-think-i-am-done-playing-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107361172366860985</id><published>2004-01-08T19:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T19:29:03.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm working on my page so don't judge it to harshly yet. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107361172366860985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107361172366860985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107361172366860985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107361172366860985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/01/im-working-on-my-page-so-dont-judge-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107313984205446439</id><published>2004-01-03T08:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T08:24:20.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes!!! I have always wanted to be a hitman!!Which John Cusack Are You?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107313984205446439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107313984205446439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107313984205446439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107313984205446439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/01/yes-i-have-always-wanted-to-be-hitman.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107309597489132468</id><published>2004-01-02T20:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T20:13:13.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who were you in a past life? by Kat007Name:Birthdate:Favorite Color:Country:You were most probably:A ninja If not then you were:A pair of womens' leotards Created with quill18's MemeGen!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107309597489132468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107309597489132468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107309597489132468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107309597489132468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/01/who-were-you-in-past-life-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107308989150720779</id><published>2004-01-02T18:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T18:31:49.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Never make your home in a place. Make a home for yourself inside your own head. You'll find what you need to furnish it-memory, friends you can trust, love of learing, and other such things. That way it will go with you wherever you journey. You'll never lack for a home-unless you lose your head, of course..."-Morgenes, from Memory, Sorrow and Thorn (book one)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107308989150720779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107308989150720779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107308989150720779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107308989150720779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/01/never-make-your-home-in-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107308693992677920</id><published>2004-01-02T17:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T17:52:00.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night I read a thread about how there where no black people in Lord of the Rings. Someone was complaining about it. As you can expect it started a huge discussion. Am I the only one that thinks this stupid? How retarded can you be? Why should Peter Jackson HAVE to cast a black person in a major role? I am sick of the Political Correctness of the US. Being in the military I get the brunt of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107308693992677920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107308693992677920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107308693992677920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107308693992677920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/01/last-night-i-read-thread-about-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107302067244819257</id><published>2004-01-01T23:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T23:18:10.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thought that this was kind of funny. You single guys will not appreciate it as much.The Men's List:Finally, the guys side of the story. We always hear "the rules" from thefemale side. Now here are the rules from the male side..*Please note... these are all numbered "1"  ON PURPOSE!1.    Learn to work the toilet seat.  You're a big girl.  If it's up,put it down.  We need it up, you need</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107302067244819257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107302067244819257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107302067244819257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107302067244819257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2004/01/thought-that-this-was-kind-of-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107275449642624643</id><published>2003-12-29T21:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T21:21:53.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I almost ran myself to death today. I ran 3 miles in about 26 minutes. I practically sprinted the last quarter of it. I could barely feel my limbs after the fact. It felt good though. My body is punishing me now. It's okay, I will just do it again tomorrow and claim my revenge. You have to put your foot down these days and show them who's boss. Enough about me, tell me about you..........uhu...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107275449642624643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107275449642624643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107275449642624643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107275449642624643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-almost-ran-myself-to-death-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107241535303581596</id><published>2003-12-25T23:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T23:09:29.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Well, Christmas is over. An empty feeling always comes over me right after Christmas. I have been looking forward to it for so long that once it's over....well, it's over. This year, the postpartum-Christmas syndrome has not been to bad, mostly because of Jenn. It has been great to share it with her. She got me some great presents like a nice little mp3 player, Pirates of the Caribbean and Call </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107241535303581596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107241535303581596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107241535303581596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107241535303581596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2003/12/well-christmas-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107194185827841356</id><published>2003-12-20T11:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T11:37:53.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have come to a bit of a realization. I am a geek. Oh, yes, shut up!!!!! I know I should have realized it before, but geek has always sounded so terribly....geekish. Here are the dettermaning facts: I spend 80% of my day in fornt of a computer, I read, on average, about ten hours a week, I spend most of my day talking about, thinking about and working on computers, I love fantasy novels, I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107194185827841356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107194185827841356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107194185827841356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107194185827841356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-have-come-to-bit-of-realization.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107172892549147281</id><published>2003-12-18T00:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T00:28:59.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>    La Saeta¡Oh, la saeta, el cantaral Cristo de los gitanos,siempre con sangre en las manos,siempre por desenclavar!¡Cantar del pueblo andaluz,que todas las primaverasanda pidiendo escaleraspara subir a la cruz!¡Cantar de la tierra míaque echa floresal jesús de la agonía,y es la fe de mis mayores!¡Oh, no eres tú mi cantar!¡No puedo cantar ni quieroa ese Jesús del madero,sino al </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107172892549147281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107172892549147281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107172892549147281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107172892549147281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2003/12/la-saeta-oh-la-saeta-el-cantar-al.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107172693145543372</id><published>2003-12-17T23:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T23:59:30.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am listening to the song below. It makes me terrbily nostalgic. Ana Belen sings the song while Sabina wrote it.Peces de Ciudad(Letra y música: J.Sabina)Se llamaba Alain DelonEl viajero que quiso enseñarme a besarEn la Gare d´Austerlitz.Primavera de un amor,Amarillo y fugaz como el solDel veranillo de San Martín.Hay quien dice que fui yoLa primera en olvidar,Cuando en un si bemol de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107172693145543372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107172693145543372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107172693145543372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107172693145543372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-am-listening-to-song-below.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107162994028118172</id><published>2003-12-16T20:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T20:59:13.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, by popular demand I shall write something in my blog. The truth be told, work has been extremely busy. Today I had a twelve hour day and am exhausted. The good news is that I get all of next week off for Christmas. Actually in the next two weeks I only have to work four days, only in the military. I guess things kind of balance out in life. The bad things only seem more noticeable. Maybe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107162994028118172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107162994028118172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107162994028118172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107162994028118172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2003/12/well-by-popular-demand-i-shall-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107128192918946381</id><published>2003-12-12T20:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T20:19:34.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just a test to see how pictures work.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107128192918946381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107128192918946381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107128192918946381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107128192918946381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2003/12/just-test-to-see-how-pictures-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107128141571002752</id><published>2003-12-12T20:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T20:10:28.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Sounds Of Silence!Which Simon and Garfunkel album are you?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107128141571002752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107128141571002752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107128141571002752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107128141571002752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2003/12/im-sounds-of-silence-which-simon-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107125917440570882</id><published>2003-12-12T13:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T13:59:47.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DisorderRatingParanoid:LowSchizoid:ModerateSchizotypal:ModerateAntisocial:LowBorderline:LowHistrionic:LowNarcissistic:LowAvoidant:LowDependent:LowObsessive-Compulsive:Low-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! 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Life has lost its meaning. The mind has lost its bearing. Our souls have fled leaving us naked against the bitter cold wind of truth. Hope is the first thing we have lost and evil hatred the last. Justice is a vile word and righteousness is meant to look petulant. We are all traitors.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107117791292305428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107117791292305428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107117791292305428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107117791292305428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2003/12/world-of-lost-justice.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107104899925509249</id><published>2003-12-10T03:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T03:36:51.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The world is random. There is no other way to describe it. Read this article about this jogger. The world is definitely random. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107104899925509249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107104899925509249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107104899925509249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107104899925509249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2003/12/world-is-random.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107078898400218829</id><published>2003-12-07T03:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T03:23:15.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let me give you a little example of what happens when a bunch of guys have to work a late shift and have nothing to do. The other, day a bunch of guys (most of these "guys" are staffs and techs mind you, guys never grow up and I am very thankful for that) from my shop were sitting around waiting for something to brake so they would at least look like they were doing something. One of my friends </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107078898400218829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107078898400218829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107078898400218829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107078898400218829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2003/12/let-me-give-you-little-example-of-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107066477205735650</id><published>2003-12-05T16:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T17:00:55.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A question: is it really worth it to spend millions of dollars digging in the dirt looking for long dead creatures? Well, scientists have just made a discovery that just might justify all of the money spending, time consuming and mind wasting. A 400 to 412 million year old penis. Yes, that is right and no, I am not just being obscene. Some crazy scientist is now dancing around in his little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107066477205735650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107066477205735650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107066477205735650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107066477205735650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2003/12/question-is-it-really-worth-it-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107062174622956565</id><published>2003-12-05T04:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T04:55:56.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is exactly 0435 hours. I have about three hours before I can go home and go to bed after 24 sleepless hours. It is has not been that bad actually. Me and my buddy have just been hanging out. We watched some Comedy Central, played some Playstation and ate some junk food. I know what you people are thinking, "I wish they paid me to do that" or "No wonder we have not caught Bin Laden or Saddam" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107062174622956565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107062174622956565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107062174622956565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107062174622956565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2003/12/it-is-exactly-0435-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107057537195759160</id><published>2003-12-04T16:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T16:03:34.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you all remember the famous Monty Python question about the airspeed velocity of a swallow? Well here's the answer.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107057537195759160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107057537195759160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107057537195759160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107057537195759160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2003/12/do-you-all-remember-famous-monty.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107055463454584387</id><published>2003-12-04T10:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T10:17:25.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, today I have to go back to work. Unfortunately I have to work the late shift (2300-0700). It's going to be smashing. I am going to have to pump my blood full of caffeine to stay awake. Maybe somebody will bring a Playstation and we can sit down in the office and do some real Air Force work. Have any of you heard of that college girl in North Dakota that was abducted? I am sure you have. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107055463454584387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107055463454584387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107055463454584387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107055463454584387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2003/12/well-today-i-have-to-go-back-to-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6164412.post-107051130794085064</id><published>2003-12-03T22:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T22:54:37.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My wife is asking God to bless the Gap. That is a bit trivial if you ask me, but then again triviality is a very amusing thing. Like statistics for example. They are incredibly useless, narrow minded and most of the time made up on the spot. Nevertheless we stick to them like grape jelly to a dirty diaper...or...something...like that. I guess they give us a fake sense of security. As if they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/feeds/107051130794085064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6164412&amp;postID=107051130794085064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107051130794085064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6164412/posts/default/107051130794085064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sir-robin.blogspot.com/2003/12/my-wife-is-asking-god-to-bless-gap.html' title=''/><author><name>Charles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09904079400475911634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
